“Do you remember me?” Joel Tamir asks Ron Negba at the start of this soccer-inspired duo, set in the changing rooms of some backwater football club in rural Czechia. It’s a straightforward question, of course, given that this two buddies haven’t seen each other in fuck knows how long – but an immensely stupid one all the same. After all, with a donkey-sized cock like the one Tamir has between his legs, who the hell would ever forget?
Indeed, there’s no denying the relish with which Negba takes a trip down memory lane as he promptly strips his old buddy out of his trousers; and proceeds to gobble away on every delicious inch of man-meat at STAXUS with the kind of gusto that surely ought to be bottled up and sold! Not to be outdone, however, Tamir’s equally keen to return the experience; and the two mates are soon 69-ing for all they’re worth on the bench, before Negba focuses attention on Tamir’s ever-appetizing fuck-hole.
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